To talk of the good things

That came of your leaving?

The way it opened up hearts,

And quieted our breathing?

Perhaps, you were too right

For our wrong little world.

Too bright and shiny,

Too unwrinkled.

She leaves the child behind

Is it too soon to say–

(You killed it) and that’s good, too?

Better to be a woman astray

Than a woman living in a fantasy.

Is it too soon to say

she will be stronger,

More beautiful, without you?